I wonder what's your favorite song,
I wonder what's the favorite part,
I wonder but I may be wrong,
Cause I don't know your fucking heart,
I wonder what you write all day,
I wonder what you wished last night,
I wonder, prove me wrong, you may,
Cause I don't know where you are at.
I wonder why you flinch all time,
I wonder were my words a crime,
And I'm here trying to contemplate,
Oh think, was it the compliment?
It's hard but lift yourself a bit,
You can rise above your guilt,
It's not the world, it's what you built,
Its hard but lift yourself a bit.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
